I have been thinking lately about practice--about the way that most progress occurs not with giant leaps over a day or two, but with thousands and thousands of incremental steps, played out over months or years. The daily, quiet practice of the art--a pencil mark, a brush stroke, the weaving of colors, a reflection on the light you are seeing. You move forward steadily in this manner, almost without thought, and then one day you look behind you and see how far you have come. In the end, it is practice, rather than epiphany, that leads to mastery.
In Buddhism, meditation is referred to as "practice."
Here is the first Bur Oak acorn in this painting. And so on to the second, in small steps.